TWO SOULS: INTO THE FIRE … # 124

Stopping back by Kinsey’s office, they told him they were heading home, then walked back to the record shop, to get the car.

“Kinsey don’t want you to mess around over at Zack and Trevor’s house,” Steve said.

“You told him about all that?” asked Ghost.

“Yeah, ’cause I don’t like it either,” Steve said. He’d stopped walking, to look at Ghost, hoping to make him see how dangerous it would be. “Look how it’s already messing with you, Ghost.”

“But, I already said I would.”

“Well, just tell them you can’t, after all…tell them you changed your mind, or that it might make things worse over there, if we did the séance. Tell them anything, just call it off.”

Ghost was shaking his head, as they got back in the car. “No, I won’t do that. I’ll go there by myself, if you don’t want to, but I’m doing what I said I’d do. It’ll be ok, Steve.”

Steve sighed, closing his eyes, as he gripped the steering wheel. “Ok, but I’m still gonna keep bugging ya about it.”

“I know,” Ghost said. “Hey, let’s drive by there now, just to see what it looks like in the daylight. It’s been a long time since I even saw the house.”

“Well, ok…guess that wouldn’t hurt,” Steve said. He started the car, and they drove out to Violin Road.

Driving slowly along the highway, they saw the dilapidated old houses, one after another. None were close together, but all were run down, sad excuses for houses. Some were empty, some had rusting cars out on the weedy lots, and the ones that were still occupied, had a scattering of kid’s toys out in the scraggly yards.

“This area depresses me, Ghost,” Steve said, “and I used to live out here when I was a kid.”

“Was it this bad, back then?”

“Probably not, but what did I know…I was just a kid.”

Ghost stared out the car window, sensing the many years of neglect and despair still hanging on. “That murder…did that happen when you were living out here?” he asked Steve.

Steve frowned, “I think so, but I don’t remember much about it. Just later on, when we’d all go sneaking in there to get ourselves scared. So, Trevor was just a little kid, when it happened. They must have put him in an orphanage, after all that happened.”

“Yeah, and now he’s come back to live in that house, and the spirits of his family are still trapped there.” Ghost shivered. “That’s what’s scaring them now, I guess…their spirits.”

They kept driving, not completely sure which house it was, now, just hoping something would look a little familiar.

“Are we too far out, or what…did we miss it?” Steve asked.

“Go a little farther down…I’m getting a funny feeling,” Ghost said.

Steve glanced over, “Funny?”

“”Yeah, but not funny, you know…”

They kept driving, and soon ran out of any houses at all, just seeing farmland pastures.

Ghost managed to reach out and grab Steve’s arm, which made Steve startle and yelp.

“No, stop…wait,” Ghost choked out.

Steve glared at him, “Are you messin’ with me, Dude, ’cause it aint’ funny,” he said.

“Oh, Steve…stop…I can’t take any more,” Ghost cackled. “Your eyes, your face…you look so scared, your hair’s gonna turn white. Oh my God…I need some air,” Ghost said, as he opened the car door, and got out. He didn’t realize how completely weak from laughter and adrenaline he was, so as he stepped on the ground, his knees gave out. He fell face down, on the ground by the car.

Steve stared in disbelief. He cut the engine off, then jumped out, hopping around to the other side of the car, to see about Ghost.

“Ghost, what in the world has got into you?”

Ghost rolled over, holding his stomach, sore from laughing. “Ok, ok…” he tried to get control of himself, but the giggles kept coming.

“Just the way you said ‘how do they get in, when you can’t even see a door’…and then…then I imagined them having to use a machete every time they went in or out…and then…you…you all scared looking,” Ghost explained.

“Yeah, ’cause of how you were acting…I thought them haints done got ‘cha,” Steve said, ignoring what Ghost had said about him being scared.

“Sorry, it was just funny,” Ghost said. He’d calmed down now. “But, really, all this build up, and tension on me…I guess I just had to get it out.”

“Well, ok, then…you done? You had enough, so we can go home, now? If they come home and find us snooping, it won’t be good.”

“Yeah, but I want to go look around the back, first,” Ghost said.

“Uh-uh..no way,” Steve shook his head.

“Yeah, just for a minute,” Ghost said. He began walking over to the house, then around the side of the vine covered house. Steve followed.

“Hey, look at this,” Ghost said, as they came to the back yard. There was a vine covered arbor, and a cleared path to the back door. “Guess this is how they get in.”

Yeah, looks like it, but it’s still not funny. Can we get out of here, now?” Steve asked.

“Ok, let’s go. I got a feel for what I’ll be dealing with at the séance, at least a little,” Ghost said.

They got back in the car, heading down the highway for their own house.

This is a work of “fan fiction” based on the novel, “Lost Souls” by Poppy Z. Brite. All credit for the original characters, places, and some backstory mentions, belong to Ms. Brite and her publishing affiliates. Only newly introduced characters, places, and original elements of this story are entirely from my imagination. Character descriptions are a blend of the original book descriptions and my interpretation of them.

All songs included in this work will be solely owned by the original performers/writers and will be credited. Creative liscense is taken in including them in this story.

No harm is intended toward author, muscians, or people and situations to whom there may be a resemblence.

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The content herein is rated by me as being at the high end of MA (Mature Audience). It includes strong language, violence, sexual themes, including same sex pairings, religious themes, and fantasy horror.